I feel inclined to raise my glass,
Raise it to the irony
Of always saying I'd never find that perfect boy.
I smile to the fact
I should have spoken the words,
That you wanted to say too.
I want you to know
I always wanted to say them,
But never found a way to express them properly.
I recall,
When I was too shy to speak to you first
And I thank God you had the courage.
Thinking back to our first phone call,
Always wanting to hear your voice
But never knowing what to say.
So, I feel inclined to raise my glass,
Raise it to the irony
Of thinking I'd never be with my perfect girl.
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<3 Cupcake.
Comments
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Baby!
This is amazing, I feel inclined to worship you for this!
It's so meaningful&beautiful
[&Every other 'ful' in the whole wide world!]
The repetition at the end just completes it,
I agree with Lex, there's something about it that just flows perfectly!
lovesss,
xxxxxxxxxxx -
Miss Emily Walker!
you know what.
It's more better than the last, and if possible more meaningful.
I bleeding love it .
There's something about it, that just flows...
I'm screwed if I actually know what that it is.
But it's there. I'm just pretty blind.
It has got the IT.
loveyou.
xx
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